Layla's POV.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand at 7:15 a.m., pulling me from a deep, s*x-heavy sleep.
Marcus was already awake, his large hand possessively cupping my bare breast as he scrolled through his own phone beside me. His thumb idly brushed my n****e, keeping it pebbled even in sleep.
“Time to get up, little girl,” he murmured, voice still rough from the night before. “Inspection in ten minutes. Naked in the kitchen.”
I groaned softly, my body protesting as I sat up. Every muscle in me ached, my thighs from being spread so wide, my p***y from the repeated, deep f*****g, and my ass from the occasional spanks he’d landed while riding me. Between my legs, I was sticky and swollen, the constant creampies leaving me feeling perpetually used and full.
I padded downstairs naked, the
